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She Said I Was Good At Writing.
No, I am not.
I just speak and write from the heart.
That curious part of my heart.
For so long, I tried not to show my weakness.
Not to Show,
To an ever-changing world around me.
With an unmeasurable spectrum of unchecked emotions.
hiding and lurking.
Screaming to be seen.
Teetering between the sum.
Just within sight, a door barred off to those who care to take notice.
Those who dare to peer,
cautious not to steer,
Hopelessly and forever, on guard for fear of being noticed.
This curtain of weakness drapes over yet another reluctant show.
Blinded by the limelight of fear.
Blinded, though I had to steer.
I just speak and write from the heart.
That curious part of my heart.
For so long, I tried not to show my weakness.
Not to Show,
To an ever-changing world around me.
With an unmeasurable spectrum of unchecked emotions.
hiding and lurking.
Screaming to be seen.
Teetering between the sum.
Just within sight, a door barred off to those who care to take notice.
Those who dare to peer,
cautious not to steer,
Hopelessly and forever, on guard for fear of being noticed.
This curtain of weakness drapes over yet another reluctant show.
Blinded by the limelight of fear.
Blinded, though I had to steer.
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